Chapter 101

It’s a dream, just an awful dream.

Except it wasn’t a dream. Pearl was actually hurting them. Her magic knew them. Her mates, and now her magic were hurting them.

These men who had shown her such kindness, who’d taken her in when she had nowhere else to go, who’d made her feel safe and accepted for the first time in her life were bleeding and bruised and burned because of her.

And they were powerless to stop her.

As though from far away, she could feel all of them trying to contain the surge, trying to tame it and urge it back inside her. She could feel that they were failing.

Ecstasy, horror, regret, and Vergel coiled inside her like poison.

She’d been right. Her power was broken. It was too wild, too strong to be trusted, and she was too weak to control it.

Gradually, bit by bit, the chaos erupting from her quieted. Her senses returned in increments as her climax waned. The scent of burned flesh and the copper tang of blood hit her first, making